I think me and my step-dad had gone to Leeds to buy a Christmas present for my mum. We were walking down the street near this really big building which had hardly any windows. We heard deafening sirens and saw police cars and police vans lined up on both sides of the road. There were no ambulances or fire engines: just police. I couldn’t understand why the sirens were on, because the cars and vans weren’t even moving. They were outside the building, near a thing that looked like a sentry box, and this enormous metal gate opened. I didn’t see anybody touching it and so it must have been remote-controlled. I’ve got a remote-controlled car and a remote-controlled boat which I play with at my dad’s house.
“What are all those police cars doing?” I asked my step-dad.
“They are escorting somebody to court. It must be an important criminal. Look at those armed guards.” My step-dad was right. Around the huge gate was a group of men in black uniforms who had machine guns. I think they were Uzis. Uzis are really cool: I’ve used ‘em in Call of Duty. They’re miles better than shotguns. The men were standing in two lines. They were holding their guns, ready to fire. I was going to shout, “Target acquired!” just to see what would happen, but my step-dad gets annoyed when I do things like that. One of the men told us to stop. My step-dad held my hand to stop me from moving around.
“Why are they escorting some-one?”
“For a trial.”
“What’s a tryle?”
“It means that somebody has been accused of a crime, and then they try to work out what happened, and show evidence to prove that the person they think did the crime actually did do it.”
Two women got out of a white police van with black windows. There were some policemen with them who were women as well. They had really short hair and truncheons and handcuffs and stab-vests on (like I have in Call of Duty) but you could tell they were women.
“Who are those women?” I asked my step-dad. I didn’t mean the police-women: I meant the other two.
“They look like witnesses,” he said. The women looked really scared. They were looking all around them like people in my class do when Mrs Ward gets really angry.
“No,” said my step-dad (he was laughing his head off). “Just witnesses. That means that they know something or saw something that might help to prove that the person who has been accused of the crime is guilty.”
“Is that bad?”
“Some-one might try to stop them from giving evidence,” said my step-dad, “But the police are there to protect them.”
I don’t know why my step-dad said, “Stop them from giving evidence” when he meant, “Kill them”. They went inside the building. I felt sorry for them. Some-one might have shot them with a sniper rifle. I’ve used one of those on Call of Duty. It’s really easy to hit things with them.